by Lily Harlem
“Ahhh, yeah…” he groaned as burst after burst of cum was released. His balls jerked upward into his body, his arse contracted over and over, the orgasm spilling into every nerve in his pelvis. “So fucking good,” he moaned, “oh, God, yeah.”
Malik kissed his cheek.
Leo turned and captured his mouth, pressed his hand to Malik’s face and probed his tongue into his depths.
Malik gradually slowed his movements on Leo’s cock, but he didn’t stop altogether. As they kissed on and on, Leo softened in his hand. The cum grew cool and tacky and Leo’s breathing returned to normal.
“You are feeling satisfied, yes?” Malik asked eventually.
“Yes, thank you.”
Malik grinned. “No need to thank. I had fun.” He released Leo’s cock and stepped away. “I will see you tomorrow.”
“What? You’re going?”
Malik nodded. “Yes, I wanted to ensure you had a good night’s sleep. I can’t imagine you did last night, not without any relief for your hard cock and those stings on your back.”
“It wasn’t great.” Leo made no move to pull up his sweats.
Malik reached the door. He flicked the lock, gave Leo one last lingering look and a damn sexy smile then slipped out into the night.
Leo stared at the shut door. The curtain shifted slightly and the candle flame trembled, sending shaky shadows over the bed and up the wall. What the hell had just happened? Had he imagined all of that?
One minute he’d been writing a supply order, the next Malik was shoving him against the wall, gripping his cock and wanking him off.
A small bead of sweat rolled down from his temple. He was hot, feverish and his heart was still several beats a minute too fast.
He bent double, reached for his trousers then dragged them up. He stared at the floor. His milky cum was spread over the tiles, blurring the blue triangles in the middle of three.
He went into the bathroom, fetched some tissue and stooped to clean it up. He then dropped the tissue in the bin.
He thought about a shower but changed his mind. Leo didn’t want to wash Malik off his skin. He liked the fact he could smell him on his arm, his hands and that his sticky cock was still able to recall the feel of him holding it tight.
Malik is gay.
Leo was still processing that bit of information. It had been a surprise. Oh, he’d thought they’d shared a few lingering looks and a few brushes of hands that were sensual, but he’d thought it was his imagination, his hopeful mind. Turned out it wasn’t, and thank goodness Malik was brave enough to step forward and test the waters. Imagine if he hadn’t. They might never have known.
Leo abandoned his supply list and climbed into the bed. He spread the mosquito net around himself and lay on his back with his hands beneath his head, elbows out to the sides.
He studied the ceiling, traced a pattern in the cracks and remembered the feel of Malik’s lips on his. Succulent and sumptuous, everything he’d thought they’d be and more. He recalled the feel of Malik’s chest on his palms when he’d touched him. He wanted more. He was greedy for it. Malik had the body of a warrior god but Leo had barely gotten to worship it. He’d like him naked, beneath him for a whole night, for several nights, so he could really explore every delectable inch of him. He’d explore with his fingers, his tongue, his cock, take Malik to the highs of ecstasy and tease him until he begged, begged the way Leo had just done.
Damn, his dick was getting hard again. A hand job was all very well but Leo wanted a fuck. He wanted to fuck Malik. He wanted Malik to fuck him. He needed that big, black cock up his arse and the sooner the better.
He’d figure a way to make that happen first thing tomorrow.
He yawned. Yes, tomorrow he would tempt Malik back to his room so he could get better acquainted with his dark dick.
Chapter Ten
Leo woke with a hard-on, which wasn’t unusual except that this blighter was particularly stubborn and persisted as he got up and organized for his day at work. He’d had steamy dreams about Malik tying him up naked to a bed. Then he’d fucked his mouth, his arse, played with a vibrating butt plug, teasing Leo until he cried out for mercy. It had been a detailed and graphic dream that now meant lust was the main ingredient in Leo’s blood.
He wandered into the hospital and the first person he saw was Malik.
Their gazes caught across the ward. A hundred words stockpiled on Leo’s tongue—questions, expressions of desire and hopes for what was to come, but none of them could be uttered. They all stayed trapped, not permitted to be aired.
Sister Afua rushed over to Leo and placed her hand on his upper arm.
“Doctor Leo, please, would you check on a woman in the operating room? She has terrible abdominal pain and is in agony.”
“Yes, of course,” Leo said, tearing his attention from Malik. “Lead the way.”
Sister Afua led him to a young woman with short, spiky hair. She was clutching her stomach and groaning. “How long has she been like this?” he asked.
“Two days.”
“Have you done her observations?”
“Yes, her blood pressure is a little high and she has a fever.”
“Ah, okay.” Leo walked up to the woman and smiled. “Hi, my name is Doctor Leo. Do you mind if I feel your tummy?”
She answered with a groan. Her eyes were screwed up tight. She didn’t appear to even register his presence.
Sister Afua pulled the woman’s dress up revealing her slender waist and flat belly. She wore tatty underwear and had a scar on her thigh.
Leo started a careful check of her abdomen. She was underweight and slight. He ruled out some major nasties, but when he palpated near her bladder she screamed and shot up the bed.
She opened her eyes and glared at Leo as though furious with him.
“Okay,” he said, holding up his palms to show her he wasn’t going to touch her again. “No more. I promise.”
He turned to Sister Afua. “I think it’s likely a bladder infection or possibly a kidney stone. I’m pretty sure it’s not gastric. Could we get a urine sample? We have dipsticks, don’t we?”
“Yes, we have.” Sister Afua nodded.
“If it’s positive to blood and protein, we’ll start her on antibiotics and give her pain relief. Try to get her to drink plenty of water, too. That will wash it through her system.”
“Yes, Doctor.” Sister Afua bustled around, gathering equipment.
Leo left her to it and went into the clinical room. He opened the drug cupboard again, hoping to find trimethoprim, which would be the best antibiotic for the young woman’s complaint if it was an infection.
“Hello.”
“Malik, hi.” A small rush of heat went to Leo’s cheeks.
“Could I get some paracetamol for a patient?” Malik asked, gesturing to the cupboard.
“Sure. Here.” Leo passed him the box.
Malik popped two tablets into a small plastic tub and slid the pack away.
Silence stretched between them. Leo racked his brain for something to say—something sexy and sweet but not sappy or needy, but damn it. He just couldn’t think of anything.
Malik handed him the box back. Their shoulders brushed momentarily before Malik moved away.
Leo went to the cupboard. He spotted the condoms. Quickly, he reached for one and hid it in his fist. “Malik,” he said, turning. “Wait.”
Malik halted at the door and faced him. “What is it?”
“Here.” Leo stepped forward. He took Malik’s hand in his, uncurled his fingers and put the purple-wrapped condom on his palm. He then squeezed Malik’s fingers around it again, tight.
“Later,” Leo said quietly. “I want you, wearing this.” He lowered his voice even further. “I want it all.”
Malik raised his chin and his nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep breath. “And you think you could take it?”
“I know I could.”
“We will see.” One corner of Malik’s mo
uth twitched in a sexy half grin then he turned and left the clinical room.
Leo’s heart was pounding. He’d never have thought he could be so daring. But he had been. He’d laid it on the line and said exactly what he wanted. He was euphoric, high on the buzz of it. He hoped to hell Malik would come to him later, wearing the condom so he could prove that he could take it, all of it.
He could picture it now—him bent over, Malik behind him. They’d be gagging for it, desperate to rip each other’s clothes off—Malik especially because he’d had no relief the night before. Leo would offer himself for taking, he’d pull his arse cheeks apart, showing off his hole and inviting Malik to enter, to bugger him, to make him come with an intensity that would have him screaming out in pleasure.
Leo ran his hand through his hair. The image, the fantasy had his cock tingling. Malik was big—well hung—he was sure of it. Plus he’d be demanding and determined—satisfaction the only goal. Leo wondered if he was into a bit of spanking fun or if oral was his thing. Perhaps he only liked to dish it out. Would he be prepared to bottom so Leo could take his arse, claim him?
“Ah, there you are, Doctor Leo.” Sister Afua bustled into the room. “Positive to both protein and blood and very dark and concentrated.”
Leo shoved erotic daydreams from his mind and sent away thoughts of sinking into Malik. He’d revisit them later, then hopefully some would be realized. “Yes, I suspected a urine infection,” he said. “Here. She can start on these and stay in overnight for observation and analgesia. A fluid chart would be a sensible idea too.”
“Good. Very good.” Sister Afua nodded. Her tight turban shifted and she pressed her free hand to it. “It is a blessing you are here, Doctor Leo. These people need you.”
“I’m glad to be of help.”
“I don’t know what we’ll do when you go.”
“I’m sure they will send you someone else to help,” Leo said. “But I’m here for a while, so no need to worry about that. And I will teach as much as I can.”
“Yes, I am pleased that we have you for a while longer before you are whisked back to London.”
“Thank you”—Leo smiled—“for everything. You have been very kind and welcoming.”
She bobbed her head then walked away at her usual fast pace.
Leo pulled in a deep breath. He had work to do. He couldn’t spend the rest of the day in the clinical room daydreaming about Malik and all the dirty but thrilling things he wanted to do to him. His patients were waiting. The villagers were relying on him. He had to focus.
****
Leo was disappointed that Malik was not on the ward for the rest of the afternoon. As casually as he could, he asked Sister Afua where he was. She said that he made time to work in the school on a Tuesday. He always did. That was one of the three weekly school sessions when the kids got educated in the hope that it would get the next generation some way out of poverty.
The ward calmed as the heat of the day seemed to grow in intensity. Leo, satisfied that everyone was comfortable and on the correct treatment, decided to wander across to the school and see what was going on.
He pulled on his shades to protect against the glare of the sun then ambled across the village square. The air was still, and the sun beat down in a relentless wave of burning heat. There were no animals moseying about today. The goats, dogs and chickens had all sought shade. There were no people either. Everyone was resting up and conserving energy.
But as he reached the small school hut—which was really just a roof on legs—he heard voices and music, and there was movement. A song was being sung. It was an alphabet song and the singers were enthusiastic and loud.
He paused and stepped to one side, content to watch from afar. He spotted Malik standing at the front of the class, waving his arms around and smiling. A woman stood next to him, apparently helping with the lesson too. It was such a happy scene. It was hard to think that these people had next to nothing, yet here they were, learning, playing, laughing together—full of hope for the future and full of the desire to be educated and better themselves.
He made the most of the unguarded moment and admired Malik some more. The way his T-shirt clung to his back as he moved was nothing short of beautiful. His sleeves were a little tight on his biceps but for Leo, this just improved the fit of the clothing. Malik’s body was perfect. Leo couldn’t see a single thing about it that he’d change.
The song came to an end and Malik moved to a blackboard on a small stand. Leo decided not to interrupt the lesson. Instead, he turned and walked back over the hot ground toward the hospital. He’d drink tea with the nurses and sit in the cool. He had to do something to pass the time until tonight. Until Malik visited him and gave him it all.
Leo could hardly wait.
****
Leo dined with the nurses. A huge pot of stew—antelope meat, he’d been told—had been delivered to the hospital by a generous family who’d had good fortune in a kill. Once all the patients had been dished out their share, Leo, Sister Afua and Salim had tucked in. The shade had crept across the square and they ate outside on chairs brought from the clinical room.
The food was hearty and fragrant, the meat tender and rich. Leo was hungry and after just canned tuna the night before, he was glad of the warm meal served with rice.
“You like?” Salim asked him.
“Yes, it was very nice.” Leo placed his empty bowl to one side. “Delicious.” He looked across the village. The setting sun had turned the sky into a vibrant slash of colors—red, gold, amber and purple. Looming upward, as if piercing the sky, stood Kilimanjaro. Leo would like to get better views of the famous mountain. Perhaps he’d ask Malik if he’d walk out of the village with him. He’d feel safe going with him. He’d protect him from any lions or hippos they met.
“How is the lady with the urine infection?” he asked Sister Afua.
“She is much better. I have persuaded her to drink more. She was refusing it because she said it hurt when she peed.”
“Yes, it would do,” Leo said. “But I’m glad it was something easily sorted. What happens if someone gets appendicitis or similar?”
“They have to transfer to Nairobi.”
“It’s a long way if time is short.” Leo shook his head. It didn’t bear thinking about doing that bumpy journey in acute pain. “How do they get there?”
“Me.” Salim prodded his chest with his thumb. “I am the village driver. I am the only one who can drive. Isn’t that right, Sister Afua? I am the only one with a car.”
“Yes, I do believe it is right,” she said with a fond smile.
Leo didn’t know if there was anything going on between the two of them, but certainly, he’d noticed that wherever she was, Salim was bound to be nearby.
“There goes the sun.” Salim pointed west.
Leo watched as the sun melted into the horizon. Like a big burning disc, it slipped away. He stretched his neck back and looked directly overhead. Already the stars were coming out—a million billion of them—so many more than in London. With no light pollution, they were a magical display every night.
Night.
Yes, it was time for him to go to his room. Shower and wait and hope that Malik would come to him. What if he didn’t? Leo had a pang of doubt. It would be awful to be expecting a lover who never actually appeared. Perhaps Malik would change his mind. Decide he didn’t like white cock after all.
Leo’s stomach tensed and he bit on his bottom lip. No, he mustn’t feel like that. He’d spent a lot of time boosting his confidence again after Hans had left. He had to hold onto positive feelings, grip that strong self-belief and vow to be true to himself.
He stood and gathered his plate. “I have some reading I want to do,” he said, “so I’m going to my room now. I will see you all in the morning.”
There was a chorus of goodnights as he strolled around the side of the hospital. He tried to walk slowly and casually, as if it were any old evening, nothing special happening�
��certainly no sex to speak of or a wild, raunchy warrior paying him a visit later.
He wasn’t lying completely. There was a medical journal he wanted to read. It had been sitting in his travel bag since he’d arrived, awaiting attention.
The shadows were denser behind the hospital. He heard a hyena again, a strange oooooh-whup noise that certainly wasn’t like the laugh he’d always imagined them to make. He shuddered and hoped it wouldn’t wander into the village. Luckily, behind the hospital was an old brick wall. A few parts of it were crumbling but Leo at least felt that it was some kind of barrier to the wild beasts beyond.
He let himself into his room, lit a couple of candles and ensured the curtains were properly drawn. He didn’t want any peek holes when things heated up between Malik and him.
After stripping off his clothes, he showered and, while standing under the warm stream of water, he reached for his anal bulb. It was something he’d managed to get through customs without worry. It had the appearance of a simple medical instrument, a blue rubber ball with a nozzle, and he was a doctor, after all. Leo liked to be sure he was clean before any kind of anal fun and a few insertions of luke-warm water, rinse and repeat, and he felt confident that all would be well. He was ready for Malik.
He sat on the bed, then stood. He shifted the mosquito net and tucked it aside so that it wouldn’t get in the way should things get strenuous. He moved the candle, worried that it could get knocked over. Malik had a way about him that was assertive and dominant. He liked to position Leo where he wanted him.
Leo paced from one side of the small room to the other. He twiddled his thumbs. He pushed his hand through his hair. He had no idea what time Malik might appear.
He sat at the desk then jumped up, grabbed a tube of lube from his bag and put it next to the bed. How could he have forgotten that? He was pretty sure he’d be able to take Malik but lubrication was a definite requirement for their party.
